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What is the earliest text distinguishing Morality from Law? Not about the abomination of "Moral Law", Law against Law, nor even about the abomination of "Anarchy", opposing the sadist aspect of Law merely by affirming a masochistic one, but about NOT Law against Law. Virtue Ethics still seems very much Legal, anything else? Of course, I have my own answer and will reveal it in due time.

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>>18390918

I yearn to read the first feminist text. One would expect to enter a figurative nunnery, a sorority, a women's bathroom, instead one finds himself in a literal brothel when reading what currently masquerades as feminism: it is simply literature written by women for men, for men to read, for men to understand, for men to manifest. How women allegedly treat, or should treat, each other in men's absence has no Epistemological foundation and is merely contingent on how men treat women, the most benign man-to-woman input automatically has Apocalyptic significance. There is literally no thesis pertaining to womanhood alone, which does not even exist therein, except, or course, as didactic performance for men. Worst still, the more contingent on men a role is, the more it is consecrated as "purely feminine", prostitution and motherhood and such being the apotheosis of this "feminism"; neither from woman nor from woman and man, but from man alone, and proudly TO man alone as well: a list of desires the wife has impotently prepared for her husband. If you need any proof that man and woman are not complementary halves of Divine whole but abominable inversions of a Demiurgic rupture, look no further.

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>>17577565

To elaborate:

>>>/lit/thread/S15928023#p15929799
>Yes. Not that God does this, since he always is, or rather, he simply is, but in general, things emanating therefrom do not need a cause in the Materialist or even grossly Temporal sense. I myself do not think they have one proper, "causality" being merely that which moves backwards, so to speak, relative to final immutable things, as they reveal their finality, through which they have always been to being with.

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>>14602140
>Both seemingly are messengers of peace and good tidings.

Utterly absurd statement. Jesus is prominently Apocalyptic, the Buddha is a (bad) Phenomenologist.

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i released feces down the chimney

i grunted as they went down, me

their home reeked of burning feces

on placid suburbia, a thesis

stuck in the chimney, still, pieces

vile leakage until it dries

vile smell that wets their eyes

spurting diarrhea under the door

spewing, fetid, their demise

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Emily time travels to the future to acquire a sybian:

Since I could not to at all to come,
I went away in time and got a sybian -
Which when I splayed myself upon,
Went further still 'til I was gone -

Too lazy to finish, feel free to contribute. Pic unrelated.

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>>13162054
>yfw butterfly is less intellectually decrepit than the spermposter despite being a woman and a dumb one at that

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>You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet. - Kafka

One seldom experiences more than a facet of a Phenomenon. Identifying with it at the expense of adjacent facets, never mind at the expense of its opposing pole, he becomes bogged down in his own petty possessiveness and eagerness to assume himself wise, being consumed by that which he sought to consume. Rather than presenting the Phenomenon to him towards knowing, experience presents him to the Phenomenon towards unknowing. Hence the misery of extraversion.

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Making a proactive effort to not participate. Ditched as much as I could, wrote nothing down on tests, did no homework, claimed total ignorance in oral exams, etc. The fact that I graduated proves me right. All my grades were fiction, and tragically better than some people's who worked themselves to the bone. It seems like petty tyrants hate their sycophants even more than I do. Regardless, it's make-believe, less than nothing.

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>>12050519

You can enjoy idling. Not as in being resentful or ironic towards others' expectations, but as in earnestly enjoying idling in and of itself, as a positive thing rather than a mere negation of activity. Doing any one thing means idling in regard to any and all other things you could've done instead, so proudly idle in regard to that one thing as well.

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>>11872877

GG Allin.

>Just...
>Just ate a burger at the sleazy joint
>Now I gotta take a shit, get to the point
>Sittin' on the toilet, my ass is a blast
>Runnin' smelly diarrhea outta my ass

The precocious "just...", the fragility of the proletariat.

The realization of his own imprisonment in the hedonistic machine.

The swift action in purging its confusion from within him, and his impatience with the counterrevolution's inquisition.

The sheer brilliance of closing the gap between means and need by placing the former onto the latter, so that gravity itself, the chief Material force, can animate this airtight holy communion.

The saintly self-effacement of avoiding glistening Apollonian suburbia as the portrait of Utopia. No, comrades, the toil itself is murky and must be celebrated - together.

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